Thank you for visiting my poetry site. I started writing poems to help me understand things better. It’s a tool I use to crack open a subject and poke around. If you have any thoughts feel free to contact me. I want to thank the editors who publish my work.  Be well. Michael

GOLF WITH BOB

A romantic might see lovers’

footprints—two sets, stride by stride,

crisscrossing slopes from tree-sheltered

tee boxes in morning’s wet grass

 

before they suddenly part.

But that was just us, heading off

to find our drives, hit our irons—Nice one!

or Uh-oh! Then

 

the distinct steps blur, blotch, hurry

back to the other’s side, move greenward,

near enough so a detective or suspicious wife

could imagine hands were held.

 

We weren’t even good friends.

Our games were just well matched.

His power, my strategy. Monday

and Wednesday partners.

 

Now I play with whoever’s up for a game.

On the 14th hole I still look around, lose

focus, my drives wandering

into the tall magnolias

 

like Bob’s used to. We’d stop

and hunt through the small forest, musty

and thick with fallen leaves,

for as long as it took.

 

—Appeared in Rattle #60, Summer 2018